And my WP buddies.
Life has been brutal over the last three weeks.
My dear dad’s recovery has been hampered by a string of infections and bugs. His road to mending is going to be a long one.
The new job is insanely busy and pressured. Like nothing I’ve known before. I’m leaving the house at 6.30 am and not getting home until 7.30/8 pm, then have work to do on an evening. I am missing the children. I am falling behind on chores. I am beyond exhausted.
As if this wasn’t enough to contend with, ex has ramped things up – BIG time. Lengthy letters to my solicitor. Five pages of questions/requests for more info.
The bastard is going for my Achilles heal… the children. He is refusing to pay for their school fees. He decides to do this when schools here in the U.K. are shutting for the six week summer holidays, which makes sorting alternatives impossible.
Putting our children’s education at jeopardy. God, he’s sinking to all time new lows.
The cheeky twat had the audacity to attack me after my solicitor sent him a letter saying we objected to a change in school.
A barrage of nasty texts over a two day period. I am a monster. Vile and distingusting. A leech. The worst mistake of his life. He wishes he had never met me.
Projection, me thinks. And the feelings are entirely mutual.
I didn’t respond. I keep my dignity. Forwarded them to my solicitor and asked her to respond to them.
I think he’s well and truly lost it. Nobody in their right mind would send such messages with the court case looming. I fear for his mental stability.
I don’t know how I’m surviving.
But I am.
And do you know what, I’m actually thriving.
I’m rising to the challenges and smashing them.
My resilience, fortitude and sense of humour have made a return.